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hoteadepresso · 2 years ago

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okay so hear me out

back when I was 14 I was going through my Percy Jackson obsession (how did I think I was straight is beyond me lmao)

but anyways, if you know the series you probably remember the Cupid scene in House of Hades

And tonight I had a sudden flashback of that scene and it occured to me how many Byler parallels there are, and the whole scene feels like something that could potentially happen in season 5, and some of the tropes are eerily similar

some things parallel Byler scenes that have already happened in season 4, so I will try to point them all out

(spoilers for House of Hades by Rick Riordan below!)

okay, to summarize, in House of Hades Nico and Jason end up on a mission together, and to complete it they must get an artefact they need to defeat Gaea. In the process they must defeat Cupid (more like get him to surrender actually), and Cupid forces Nico to share his deepest secret, and Jason witnesses it all. So before I start, I would like you to keep in mind that this is just a loose interpretation of my Byler infested brain, because I love finding similar motifs in pieces of media and Nico di Angelo was at one point almost as dear to me as Mike Wheeler is now (though in this particular piece the similarities are more so between Nico and Will, but I could definitely pin some parts to Mike as well)

here goes:

[“Cupid,” Jason called, “where are you?”

The voice laughed. It definitely didn’t sound like a cute baby angel’s. It sounded deep and rich, but also threatening—like a tremor before a major earthquake.

Where you least expect me, Cupid answered. As Love always is.

Something slammed into Jason and hurled him across the street. He toppled down a set of steps and sprawled on the floor of an excavated Roman basement.]

So this is just an intro, but we already have a sentence thay corresponds with Byler. Maybe it’s a bit cheesy, but still true.

[I would think you’d know better, Jason Grace. Cupid’s voice whirled around him. You’ve found true love, after all. Or do you still doubt yourself?]

Now while for the most part here Jason parallels Jonathan, this particular line makes me think of Vecna possibly using Mike’s conflicting feelings and guilt about El to torment him. That would work in a scenario where they do not break up at the beginning of season 5 immediately, and prolonging the situation Mike is in at the end of s4 could make an opportunity for Vecna to use it against him like this.

But that’s only a side comment, I still think it fits Jonathan better, considering the situation with Nancy, and Jonthan’s struggles when it comes to what the future has in store for the two of them.

[Nico scrambled down the steps. “You okay?” Jason accepted his hand and got to his feet. “Yeah. Just sucker punched.”

Oh, did you expect me to play fair? Cupid laughed. I am the god of love. I am never fair.]

again, a bit on the nose, but here I would like to refer to the breakfast scene in season 3, the “I’m not gonna fall in love”, scene.

To me it’s not even what Will says, because we know he was most likely already in love with Mike at that point, so he probably doesn’t mean it literally.

The way he says it, however, is what makes me put this reference here. His voice is dejected, like he has given up hope on ever being happy and having someone whom he is in love with, because he thinks he is not allowed to be in love, that there is no happy ending for someone like him (and here, a honorary FUCK LONNIE BYERS is in order I believe).

So yeah, love isn’t fair, especially to a gay boy in the 80s, in Indiana.

[This time, Jason’s senses were on high alert. He felt the air ripple just as an arrow materialized, racing toward Nico’s chest. Jason intercepted it with his sword and deflected it sideways. The arrow exploded against the nearest wall, peppering them with limestone shrapnel. They ran up the steps. Jason pulled Nico to one side as another gust of wind toppled a column that would have crushed him flat.

“Is this guy Love or Death?” Jason growled.

Ask your friends, Cupid said. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder.]

so, this part here. Now I do not think Will is suicidal or something like that. However, I do believe Vecna might use the “putting you out of your misery” manipulation tactic if he curses/posesess Will. You know, good old tormenting with visions of Mike hating him, being disgusted with him, never reciprocating his feelings etc., and then when he’s broken, this tactic. Idk, maybe I’m reaching, but it’s still a valid line when it comes to their storyline.

[“We just want the scepter!” Nico shouted. “We’re trying to stop Gaea. Are you on the gods’ side or not?” A second arrow hit the ground between Nico’s feet and glowed white-hot. Nico stumbled back as the arrow burst into a geyser of flame. Love is on every side, Cupid said. And no one’s side. Don’t ask what Love can do for you. “Great,” Jason said. “Now he’s spouting greeting card messages.” Movement behind him: Jason spun, slicing his sword through the air. His blade bit into something solid. He heard a grunt and he swung again, but the invisible god was gone. On the paving stones, a trail of golden ichor shimmered—the blood of the gods. Very good, Jason, Cupid said. At least you can sense my presence. Even a glancing hit at true love is more than most heroes manage. “So now I get the scepter?” Jason asked. Cupid laughed. Unfortunately, you could not wield it. Only a child of the Underworld can summon the dead legions. And only an officer of Rome can lead them. “But…” Jason wavered. He was an officer. He was praetor. Then he remembered all his second thoughts about where he belonged. In New Rome, he’d offered to give up his position to Percy Jackson. Did that make him unworthy to lead a legion of Roman ghosts? He decided to face that problem when the time came. “Just leave that to us,” he said. “Nico can summon—” The third arrow zipped by Jason’s shoulder. He couldn’t stop it in time. Nico gasped as it sunk into his sword arm. “Nico!” The son of Hades stumbled. The arrow dissolved, leaving no blood and no visible wound, but Nico’s face was tight with rage and pain. “Enough games!” Nico shouted. “Show yourself!”

It is a costly thing, Cupid said, looking on the true face of Love.]

okay, for this one, I want you to think about the van scene, car talk scene, but also Will’s POV in season 4 in general, but not only Will’s, it applies heavily to Mike as well.

“Sometimes I thing it’s just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because what if... what if they don’t like the truth?”

To be vulnerable, to face your true feelings, you have to be prepared to pay the price, because you have no guarantee your feelings will be returned, or even accepted. Will is afraid of opening up about his real feelings to Mike, and Mike is not only afraid of his feelings for Will, he is also afraid of facing El and telling her the truth about his feelings, and it reflects both in the scene in the junkyard but also in the scene in the desert, when Mike looks between Will and El and you can clearly see the “how am I going to tell her?” expression on his face. Because I believe at that point he has accepted it, but it didn’t solve anything.

Also, I strongly believe that Mike is terrified of losing El as a friend. I think he is convinced that if he isn’t “useful” to her as a boyfriend, he has no “use” to her at all, and that he will lose her completely, and that is probably even though he is aware of his real feelings, he is holding on to trying to fix things between them, because he is not fighting for a girlfriend anymore, he is fighting for one of his platonic soulmates, someone with whom he has a profound bond.

Will pays his price too, lying about the painting. He pays the price of love for Mike, who needs to understand how important he is to people who love him, and he pays the price of the love for his sister. He has their best interests at heart, even if it means his heart will bleed out.

[Another column toppled. Jason scrambled out of its way. My wife Psyche learned that lesson, Cupid said. She was brought here eons ago, when this was the site of my palace. We met only in the dark. She was warned never to look upon me, and yet she could not stand the mystery. She feared I was a monster. One night, she lit a candle, and beheld my face as I slept. “Were you that ugly?” Jason thought he had zeroed in on Cupid’s voice—at the edge of the amphitheater about twenty yards away—but he wanted to make sure. The god laughed. I was too handsome, I’m afraid. A mortal cannot gaze upon the true appearance of a god without suffering consequences. My mother, Aphrodite, cursed Psyche for her distrust. My poor lover was tormented, forced into exile, given horrible tasks to prove her worth. She was even sent to the Underworld on a quest to show her dedication. She earned her way back to my side, but she suffered greatly. Now I’ve got you, Jason thought. He thrust his sword in the sky and thunder shook the valley. Lightning blasted a crater where the voice had been speaking. Silence. Jason was just thinking, Dang, it actually worked, when an invisible force knocked him to the ground. His sword skittered across the road. A good try, Cupid said, his voice already distant. But Love cannot be pinned down so easily. Next to him, a wall collapsed. Jason barely managed to roll aside.

“Stop it!” Nico yelled. “It’s me you want. Leave him alone!”

Jason’s ears rang. He was dizzy from getting smacked around. His mouth tasted like limestone dust. He didn’t understand why Nico would think of himself as the main target, but Cupid seemed to agree. ]

Only a small remark here, but I can definitely see Will puting himself between Vecna and the others in season 5, especially since I believe Will in fact, is Vecna’s main focus at the moment. (im a Will has powers truther)

[Poor Nico di Angelo. The god’s voice was tinged with disappointment. Do you know what you want, much less what I want? My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love. It was the only way to atone for her lack of faith. And you—what have you risked in my name?

“I’ve been to Tartarus and back,” Nico snarled. “You don’t scare me.” I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest.]

Tartarus = Upside Down, Mind Flayer, etc.

And yet there are other demons Will must face, not only the interdimensional evil. And those demons might prove more difficult to deal with, especially if he’s alone with it.

[Jason pulled himself up. All around Nico, the ground shifted. The grass withered, and the stones cracked as if something was moving in the earth beneath, trying to push its way through. “Give us Diocletian’s scepter,” Nico said. “We don’t have time for games.”

Games? Cupid struck, slapping Nico sideways into a granite pedestal. Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work—a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you—especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards.]

Here let’s think back to the van scene. Will confesses his feelings in a veiled way, lying about the painting and projecting his own thoughts and feelings onto El.

We can safely assume that resolving this and Will confessing the truth about the painting will be a big part of the Byler arc in season 5. Only after they both know the truth they will have a chance at moving forward and building a relationship.

[Jason retrieved his sword. If this invisible guy was Love, Jason was beginning to think Love was overrated. He liked Piper’s version better—considerate, kind, and beautiful. Aphrodite he could understand. Cupid seemed more like a thug, an enforcer. “Nico,” he called, “what does this guy want from you?”

Tell him, Nico di Angelo, Cupid said. Tell him you are a coward, afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him the real reason you ran from Camp Half-Blood, and why you are always alone.

Nico let loose a guttural scream. The ground at his feet split open and skeletons crawled forth—dead Romans with missing hands and caved-in skulls, cracked ribs, and jaws unhinged. Some were dressed in the remnants of togas. Others had glinting pieces of armor hanging off their chests. Will you hide among the dead, as you always do? Cupid taunted.]

I don’t think this needs any particular analysis from me. This could be many things, but in general, another way for Vecna to torment Will. Maybe he will use that when faced with both Mike and Will, forcing Will to confess and then we see some sort of horrible, heart-wrenching reaction from Mike and we find out it was a vision all along, making Will believe that this is really how Mike reacted, etc.

[Waves of darkness rolled off the son of Hades. When they hit Jason, he almost lost consciousness—overwhelmed by hatred and fear and shame…

Images flashed through his mind. He saw Nico and his sister on a snowy cliff in Maine, Percy Jackson protecting them from a manticore. Percy’s sword gleamed in the dark. He’d been the first demigod Nico had ever seen in action.

Later, at Camp Half-Blood, Percy took Nico by the arm, promising to keep his sister Bianca safe. Nico believed him. Nico looked into his sea-green eyes and thought, How can he possibly fail? This is a real hero. He was Nico’s favorite game, Mythomagic, brought to life.

Jason saw the moment when Percy returned and told Nico that Bianca was dead. Nico had screamed and called him a liar. He’d felt betrayed, but still…when the skeleton warriors attacked, he couldn’t let them harm Percy. Nico had called on the earth to swallow them up, and then he’d run away—terrified of his own powers, and his own emotions.

Jason saw a dozen more scenes like this from Nico’s point of view.… And they left him stunned, unable to move or speak.

Meanwhile, Nico’s Roman skeletons surged forward and grappled with something invisible. The god struggled, flinging the dead aside, breaking off ribs and skulls, but the skeletons kept coming, pinning the god’s arms. Interesting! Cupid said. Do you have the strength, after all?]

Okay, a lot to unpack here, but first let’s notice the way we see this through Jason’s POV, and I think it’s a very direct parallel to Jonathan hearing the van conversation and seeing Will crying, then noticing Will looking at Mike and El flirting, not to mention simply knowing Will all his life and having noticed how Will was around Mike through the years.

Then we have those particular scenes where we see Percy through Nico’s lens. He is his hero his heart, someone who protected him from harm, someone who made Nico feel safe, someone he trusted completely.

Then we see that even when Percy hurt him, betrayed his trust in a way, Nico still can’t bring himself to hurt him back, he protects him even then.

Those are all very direct parallels to how Will perceives Mike.

And while admittedly, Percy is a more “obvious” and “literal” hero than Mike, it doesn’t change anything.

To Will, Mike is a real hero. He was the one who stood between him and bullies, who offered warmth and shelter when Lonnie still lived with them, who made Will feel good for being different. Mike doesn’t need to yield a literal sword to be Will’s Paladin. His heart and his love are his greatest weapons.

He was Nico’s favorite game, Mythomagic, brought to life.

Ring any bells?

[“I left Camp Half-Blood because of love,” Nico said. “Annabeth…she—”

Still hiding, Cupid said, smashing another skeleton to pieces. You do not have the strength.]

Here we have the painting, again.

Annabeth is Percy’s girlfriend and love interest all through the series.

Here we see Nico trying to evade the full truth, trying to make it seem as if it was Annabeth that he had feelings for.

And we can interpret it in two ways, depending whether we apply this to Will or to Mike.

This part makes me think of Mike more, of the way that he tries to hold onto El, not ready/too afraid to admit who it is that he truly loves.

If we look at it considering Will, obviously he doesn’t use El to imply it was her he has feelings for, he does use her however to tell a half-truth to Mike in the van.

They both seem to be talking in code, seemingly refering to El while actually thinking about each other.

[“Nico,” Jason managed to say, “it’s okay. I get it.”

Nico glanced over, pain and misery washing across his face. “No, you don’t,” he said. “There’s no way you can understand.” And so you run away again, Cupid chided. From your friends, from yourself.

“I don’t have friends!” Nico yelled. “I left Camp Half-Blood because I don’t belong! I’ll never belong!”

The skeletons had Cupid pinned now, but the invisible god laughed so cruelly that Jason wanted to summon another bolt of lightning. Unfortunately, he doubted he had the strength. “Leave him alone, Cupid,” Jason croaked. “This isn’t…” His voice failed. He wanted to say it wasn’t Cupid’s business, but he realized this was exactly Cupid’s business. Something Favonius said kept buzzing in his ears: Are you shocked? The story of Psyche finally made sense to him—why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why she would risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster.

Psyche had been right. Cupid was a monster. Love was the most savage monster of all.

Nico’s voice was like broken glass. “I—I wasn’t in love with Annabeth.”

“You were jealous of her,” Jason said. “That’s why you didn’t want to be around her. Especially why you didn’t want to be around…him. It makes total sense.”

All the fight and denial seemed to go out of Nico at once. The darkness subsided. The Roman dead collapsed into bones and crumbled to dust.

“I hated myself,” Nico said. “I hated Percy Jackson.”]

So here we have the pizza place talk between Jon and Will. While not as explicit and upfront as the one between Jason and Nico, it still holds similar weight of understanding, reassurance and support.

And the “not wanting to be around them” part? Will sat in the front as they were driving to Indiana, because he couldn’t handle sitting in the back next to Mike and El, not after Mike’s monologue.

[Cupid became visible—a lean, muscular young man with snowy white wings, straight black hair, a simple white frock and jeans. The bow and quiver slung over his shoulder were no toys—they were weapons of war. His eyes were as red as blood, as if every Valentine in the world had been squeezed dry, distilled into one poisonous mixture. His face was handsome, but also harsh—as difficult to look at as a spotlight. He watched Nico with satisfaction, as if he’d identified the exact spot for his next arrow to make a clean kill.

“I had a crush on Percy,” Nico spat. “That’s the truth. That’s the big secret.”

He glared at Cupid. “Happy now?”

For the first time, Cupid’s gaze seemed sympathetic. “Oh, I wouldn’t say Love always makes you happy.” His voice sounded smaller, much more human. “Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you’ve faced it now. That’s the only way to conquer me.”

Cupid dissolved into the wind.]

While obviously Vecna doesn’t want Will or anyone else to conquer him, he does feed on secrets, lonliness, shame and guilt. So of course he is most likely to target people suffering from those things, such as Will naturally but I strongly believe he might target Mike specifically, because he will know it’s the best way to hurt and manipulate Will and El.

I rest my case. I hope it’s at least somewhat coherent, I’m insane for Byler and sleep deprived.

Lemme know what you think!

#byler theory #byler analysis #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #nico di angelo #jason grace #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #jonathan byers

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sabrondabrainrot · 7 months ago

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Share us your fics ideas please!!

I have sooooooooo many! (Also sorry it took me so long to answer this I didn't see my inbox)

I'm in so many fandoms and my brain is always thinking of found family or hurt comfort or fluff so it tends to all ruminate in my brain.

1-A Wildcards - a Persona x MHA crossover fic. I've started writing this one and it's in the works but the basic idea is, "what if ever persona protag is under one roof and all siblings and all are in school at the mha world." I have chapters and plans but it's hard to get fic motivation on this one at the moment. One of my theories also turned out right for MHA lore and I can't explain why but having my own theory proven right really took the wind out of my sails. XD

2. ff7 what if au - basically there's a theory me and a bunch of ppl online share where president Shinra has a bunch of bastard children and basically my fic idea is, "what if the bastards all grow up under one roof." So I'm currently doing research on characterizations for it. It's difficult for me to nail down Cloud's, Rufus', Evan's, and Lazard's personalities. I love Au's where ppl are brothers or grow up together. I don't have any plans for this other then the kids somehow help Genesis, Angeal, and Sephiroth not go insane but I can't figure out how I want to do that.

3. Simon Petrikov: Fionna and Cake Adventure Time drabbles - basically wanted to continue where Fionna and Cake leaves off and put Simon in the trauma cube where he gets to heal from his past. I also am a sucker when Trauma is blasted in 4k for everyone to see so the entire crew that cares for Simon also gets the trauma beam. I also realized Simon and Betty were never married so I decided that must be changed and wrote them a wedding. :)

4. Gohan's Wheel of Emotions - Another fic idea I've had for a few years now. I want to do a series where basically some kind of xyz machine goes wrong and Gohan gets split into a bunch of pieces and it becomes a race against time to put him back together. I was planning for his emotions to be wondering around. I want this to be teen era Gohan too because I'm a huge sucker for the Saiyaman ark. It's again just hard to find time to write it! I just want to write a cheezy little light hearted kind of self healing story.

5. TMNT turtle tot au - just a fun multicrossover baby adoption event. I'm currently writing this and have almost 2 chapters done! I love the idea of the 2003 turtles having a bunch of different aged turtles showing up at their doorstep. So they have to juggle sending everyone home while doing their best not to adopt anyone (spoiler alert the kids adopt THEM)

6. TMNT a KH/Tsubasa inspired story - I don't want to share too much on this plot but if you know about Kingdom Heart and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles then you can get the idea of what if might be about. :)

7. TMNT brainrot drabble - currently working on this one but it's an 87 drabble fic that was inspired by season 5's finale. but now that I'm writing it (it's almost to 10k now) I REALLY want to have it go past the show finale too because MAN the last seasons of 87 are GREAT angst potential. I'm a huge sucker for hurt comfort and this entire fic is kind of like hurt comfort lite.

8. Hetalia - I have so much brain rot for Hetalia but I find it surprisingly hard to write for. I want to do a bunch of silly Hetalia fics about America and his super strength. I love that little idiot because he's MY adorable little idiot. The show is also just so cute and funny it is a big guilty pleasure of mine.

9. Lout of Count Family / LCF stupid idea - basically what if Cale Henituse can sing but he only sings the silliest dumbest songs ever in the history of Rowoon. That's it that's the fic.

10. I have a silly idea for a big multicrossover between all the korean light novels i've read and various manhwa and danmei novels. Like, "What if all systems have a chat function and it connects you to other system users." So it would just be a casual chatfic comedy.

That's most the of the ones I could think of! :P

#fanfic #ideas #fanfic writing #brainrot #au ideas #fluff ideas #found family au #siblings au #crossover ideas #silly ideas

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fanghur · 10 months ago

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thinking about the maximum ride series by James Patterson again and, like, I still love the concept and story, just really, really hate the writer and how he treated it. Almost nothing is consistent save for character's races (but hair and eye colour are free game!), there's plot points that go nowhere that I'm still mad about, and can't because the last book I read ended (Spoilers for uhh, Nevermore I think?) with fucking Meteors Coming the Fuck outta Nowhere and hitting the Earth and fucking killing basically everyone outside the people we care about, so never mind the ominous tunnel under the normal school from book two, it never came up again and everything destroyed! Which leads to my third major issue, 'plot twists' that come from nowhere and/or a different plot twist feels like it's coming but Nope! See, previously mentioned Meteor of Fuck Y'All

Like, you want another example of the series lost potential? Okay, cool, buckle up because it's gonna be a doozy, not even getting into all the rest of my ranting after.

So in case you aren't familiar with the series and wanna know wtf am I talking about, here's the first book. Max Ride is a mutant bird kid that leads a Flock of other bird kids and makes sure they aren't found by the scientists, White Coats, that created, abused by, experimented on, abused by, and did I mention abuse? They got out 4 years prior because Jeb, a white coat, got them out, so he's Good! but he disappeared, so boo. Anyways, one day they're all chillaxin at their home that Jeb was able to acquire for them years ago without The School that the White Coats work at knowing about, and Boom, evil wolf-human hybrids called Erasers show up, and kidnap Angel, the youngest at 6, and also a telepath, and the others chase after them. Got it? Good.

They get Angel back, awesome, now they're on the run, less awesome. Then Max get's a grenade-grade migraine that almost makes her a Splat because it was at cruising altitude, and Ta-Da, Max! You're now the proud owner of a Voice in your head, but don't worry, you're not developing a mental illness, because it can interact with computers and stuff! A couple books later, Jeb, who's alive! But, ~gasp~ EVIL??! reveals that HE is the Voice! Aaannnd that's all the reveals I remember regarding that plot point.

Sooo, with the background knowledge, you probably noticed something, if only because of the details I chose. That's right, no one suspects Angel the telepath of being the source or carrier/relay point of the telepathic Voice, because she's Baby, nevermind that she telepathically forced someone to ram into a wall repeatedly, she's Baby. Like, as cool as I thought Max was, I wanted to shake her even back then because Angel was Literally in the Hands of the White Coats Maximum use your fucking brain-

And that could have been a cool plot twist that Angel was evil and subtly guiding everyone along. Hell, she askes/demands to be made leader of the Flock and Max just, says no and waves it to the side? Like, girl she could make you! Ask yourself Why? But nope, Jeb's gotta be able to talk in the Voice's, well, voice, meanwhile the company that owns The School is run by someone with turtle DNA that's over, like, 100? How? Or the Head of the FBI is a director of The School, or just wtf was up with the Uber-Director from uhh, the Final Warning I think? The one where it just leans HARD into climate crises and Global Warming, and cool, good message, but what happened to the whole Bird Kids Hiding so they don't get Experimented on Again angle? When they're literally putting on aerial shows to raise awareness?

But you wanna know the one thing I HATED on a more personal level? What a surprise from someone who's ace, because it's the motherfuckin Love Story that got shoved in here! Oh no my friends, not just a love Story, it's a Love Triangle

Basically, Book 2 Fang kisses rando and Max gets jealous but is confused because romance? In my survival? Get that shit outta here. Then, a few books later but especially in MAX the Novel (cause that ain't confusing at allll for book 5) Fang peruses Max romantically. Which, uh, a) ace like I said, I was a fan of Max's prioritizing survival because romance did not make sense to prioritize more, and b) Max constantly tells the reader she sees it as a sibling relationship, not romantic. Sure, he's her "right-wing man" but still a brother, so, not a fan of incest either, icked me out that it became a focus, to the point he wears her down and they try dating and just fuck that.

Don't get me wrong, I can like romance, but it's a put-off if it doesn't make sense for the characters, and guess what? It made no sense for Max.

Then, I guess Patterson realised the incest angle was bad so enter Dylan, a new bird kid that was cloned from some dead rando kid that was created, literally, to be Max's Perfect Match, a mad scientist SoulMate if you will, and then they date after Fang fucks off into the sunset.

WHAT

Realise that, outside Fang 'romancing' Max until she caved, Max is definitely the type to, and had continuously, rebel against the machinations of evil scientists, so, wtf?

Meanwhile, if Max had realised that, that scene in book 2 still canon, that she was jealous of Fang kissing red-headed rando girl, well, then we could have gotten a) no incest ick b) rebelliousness in a non-conventional relationship (attempt) c) a major Fuck You to the Evil Scientists and their 'owo perfect bird kids kids' eugenics program (btw Max was still 15 when Dylan's introduced) and d) representation of LGBT+. Boom, mic drop. Plus, from inter-fandom shipping perspective, that's a lot of potential for fanart and even I like fluffy shipping art once in a while. (btw if this inspires people to ship Max and redhead girls from other fandoms I would appreciate links because it is a hill I will die on)

There's more, but that's my biggest gripes

TL;DR Fuck James Patterson for all the wasted potential of this series, and also I headcanon Max Ride to be a lesbian who doesn't realise and has a thing for red-heads.

#Maximum ride #max ride #mr #dude I loved the concept so bad both plot and wanted to be a bird kid #I literally had dreams about having wings I was so obsessed #they really did my girl Max dirty #and by they I mean Patterson he dropped the ball so fucking much #long post #rantings and ramblings of a mad woman #mad as in angry btw #lets face it we're all mad here in a chesire cat way on this site #Not even gonna get into later in the series because I dropped it #but from what I heard post-Nevermore? Big Yikes

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paeonie-s · 2 years ago

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csm first half op + eds ranking hehe

op 1: KICK BACK tbh wasnt a massive fan of the song when i came out but its grown on me w the full context & lyrics it slayed idc NOW THE VISUALS ... filled me w euphoria when i first saw it have (re)watched half the fucking movies referenced ONLY BC MIDTERMS WAS BEATING MY ASS .. so creative and fun and dynamic and hectic as fuck the timing and directing on this is like incomprehensibly good. its funny asf and has such beautiful lively enviornments and lighting and such a cohesive feel despite how batshit everything is NO ONE HAS TALKED ABT THE SHOT W THE MOUNTAINS AND SKY AND THE BULLETS. AM I THE ONLY OEN WHOSE INSANE ABT THAT ONE. so so beautiful literally a look into the minds of fujimoto and the ani staff and a gift upon this earth. 10/10

ed 1: SUCH A GOOD SONG !!!!!!! fit super well w the end of the first ep & is just genuinely such a banger. credits roll was smart for the airing of the actual ep, helped me take in the whole ep and appreciate the best parts of it. the mv released on mappas channel is rly solid considering it just recycled scenes from the actual ep !! love first half of the vid + the zoom in on pochitas tail the most ofc !! 6/10 bc the song is a banger but its just no as obsessable bc of the lack of og visuals :(

ed 2: GORGEOUSSS VISUALS tho it doesn’t feel v well aligned w the tone of csm BUT STILL !!!! song aligns super well w the visuals atleast & i love love the look of the animation, the environments especially are so beautiful 😭 i think the denji falling into the sky scene were especially well timed w the music and made me v emo about his character. esp love the hayakawa fam focus and how power is literally the one who PULLS HIM BACK DOWN .. beloveds 7.5/10 ok i like it picasso

ed 3: FAVE SONG its so good. so much to say abt this one rapid change of scene linework shading color sfx is fucking insane each unique aes makes me physically ill its so good. so gripping the TRANSITION from makima goddess to hayakawa fam W THE DOOR. AND THE TRAUMA. fave part is the hayakawa family shots towards the end that combined w the lyrics perfectly encapsulates what csm is thematically to me. goretastic insanity used as a means of making the intensely human obviously doomed connections at the heart of the story that much more impactful. fully embraces the best parts of csm and rips my heart out all in the course of 90 seconds 10/10 idc idc

ed 4: POWAAA !!!! song is such a fucking banger i mean it this shit has had me dancing for weeks BUT THE VISUALS .... so dynamic and insane love how they played dress up w her and also made sure the audience knew she was a lil freak. theres so much to love and appreciate about the visuals and how fucking sick the movements are and the colors but truly this ones just vibes. 9/10

ed 5: fs my FAVE of all the ones currently out (i think this is the most popular opinion lmao) but the combination of the frantic, very dense visuals and a rly cool fast paced song scratched smth in my brain. so much inspiration to dig through and BEAUTIFUL use of colors, lighting, and effects animation omg. Those shots of himeno are stapled on the inside of my eyelids i love them. so many art references w/ a great selection to specifically represent the chaos of the eternity devil love the use of optical illusions (ONCE AGAIN W THE LIGHTING !!!) and use of timing to create a jarring effect (horses running in slo mo (same w some shots of the chs) immediately being contrasted w rapid movement/blinking of eyes, fireworks, shots of the sky w the clouds racing across) as well as the rapid changing of one shot to another is so insane. another detail i love is that it has a almost collage like look bc each background/piece of ch or effects animation has dif linework, uses dif brushes, as well very unique lighting and shading. also so so much to dissect w how it foreshadows later events (if u start looking there are like. 4 dif instances of guns in this bitch holy fuck) and the themes of the work as a whole but i have classes a life etc that will have to wait til winter break. so genuinely obsessed w this one it was literally the one that convinced me (most obnoxious csm fan) that mappa knows exactly what theyre doing and are likely making the actual anime the way they are as a deliberate commitment to make it even more insane later down the line. i am a drastic rapid tonal shifts enjoyer i love this ed 10/10 its my gf

ed 6: not a massive fan of the visuals or the song for this one :( the instrumental of the song felt kinda jarring after the sequence of denji jumping into the eternity devils mouth, i was def expecting a dif kind of vibe. the visuals were cool, but i don't feel like the static characters were used particularly well. some of the transitions and “camera” movements also rly didn't feel very well suited to the cuts they were in. my fave part was the settings and backgrounds, especially the textures and the way the movement “through” the bgs were done, tho the 5th ed had a very similar concept and i think executed it better. kind of disappointing with how much i enjoyed the prev eds, but it was still enjoyable to watch and analyze how they constructed the visuals. 4/10 bc i respect what they were trying to do i just dont think they had the time to develop a unique vision

#chainsaw man #csm #🌸.txt #u might be thing 'mel. are u insane?' yes now listen to my thoughts boy #love kick back 200 mil centimeter long blades and in the back room w my whole heart. i do not take criticism

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randombillnewtonfan · 2 years ago

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Bill Newton's birthday and age theory.

Sigh, back to my all-time favorite mechanic and prfessional driver. My brain cannot stop reminding on him almost everyday, I need to take a break, but not today. Let me tell the whole information about Bill for huge explanation, bend it over here...

About 4 months ago, I had made the solution/calculation to get Bill's actual age by putting the day and month of his birthday, that is 18 and 10. I decided to combine them to 28 as his former age [C = 28] Then drag the year when was HCR2 made [D = 2016], minus with his former age, and...he is not even born on 1988 [E = 1988], step away from his former birthyear. What if I include one thing... Just figured that I had to make the formula to solve the number, A for Bill's birthday on upper fraction, while B is for the date when was HCR2 made. (e.g. A1:A2 = 18:10, B1:B2 = 6:10) Next, divide into another, the result is 3 [F = 3] only number can change final result of Bill's age. At last point, I put his former birthyear minus with the number from [A1/B1 * A2/B2 = F] and TADA...! Final result is 1985, so it means he was born on 1985, and his only chinese zodiac is Ox, too.

Let's move on to the racing permit of Bill, which from the Official Fingersoft image source on Instagram and their Fandom Wiki. This makes me feel curious what did he really want to reveal himself.

See? What was wrong with only short information? I feel like he doesn't like to open to people at all (like me) the one he wrote "hates: everything else" is a lie. Just the point that he does not want to know his weakness, fears, even though what make he hate. I had made some observation around the Hill Climb Racing 2 cup races' title about months I had played before. I hinted the "I Hate Water" pretty sure that he does not like to get soaked by raining weather, splashed by the wheel of a car. And the obvious one title "Thalassophobia" means he has fear of drowning. Imagine what if he does not know the way guide to somewhere, then drove straight away to the bridge, until his car getting down to the ocean, likewise, this part of Bill Newton's weakness could be a hidden info outside the Racing Permit.

Additionally, the strange part in his birth of date, it made me want to search the number of tarot card. Some number is way related to their meaning in each decks (I meant, cards) Number 18 is related to the Moon, their meaning can be: imagination, darkness, mysterious, unseen, and wondering of its own. There was many words to say on Bill that he might avoid his feelings and hurt inside, it sounds similar to the context of Moon tarot card, which compare to the sea, and the crayfish/lobster float on, this is him trying to say something but no one else listens. This could possibly make Bill get sick and get the lunatic act (e.g. feeling mad) the howling domesticated dog and wolf is what Bill express out there. These explanation is this paragraph is unexpectable, I was not realized until I get solved why his birth of date is 18, and the number can reflects his true person. Next, his birth of month is October, the word Octo- from Latin and Greek mean eight, but the October is the tenth month, which means his birth of date is combined from the tenth month with word Octo- [eight] then again, another calculation from Finland's Independence Day [6th December(12)] is also included.

Thanks for reading my theory I like to share, have a great day!

drafted from aNotepad: 12:20 AM (+7 GMT), 17/12/2022

posted: 10:30 PM, 18/12/2022

#randombillnewtonfan #bill newton #bill newton hcr #bill newton hcr2 #hill climb racing #hill climb racing 2 #theory #birthdaytheory #discussion

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a-ghost-of-a-good-mood · 28 days ago

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I finally got diagnosed with ADHD at 32, after a bad breakdown where I missed 2 whole weeks of classes because I lost almost all the things that kept me in check and feeling secure and cared for (last year's friends, teachers, schedule, swimming lessons, meds losing the brain side effect, commuting added 1 extra hour going from 3 to 4 hrs) so after the anxiety and depression, I just went into "Instant gratification" mode and spend day after day reading fanfic in bed, wrapped in my coziest blankets, forgot to even eat or drink water some days, I couldn't leave the house either, I was as if I was trapped inside my brain and my unmovable body... I was saddening tbh...

So I got dragged to a psychiatrist and well... Here we have, a ADHD diagnosis...

To think that a good chunk of my life got fucked up because of ADHD (cuz, what I mentioned before has happened before many times, I just got dismissed by family and random people as being lazy and uncaring of the efforts made by my parents to pay for my education), because I made impulse driven decisions of leaving things unfinished, when I couldn't cope with the growing stress of everything I my brain just ran away into more pleasant activities and I couldn't stop .

I've been living my life trying my hardest to be normal, to behave like a normal functional adult, wanting to be normal like everyone else, but I just learned that'll never happen, it could have never happened, cuz my brain developed differently cuz I inherited fucked up genes for my dad (again!)

And I know this is not an illness, but to me in particular, is a very real health issue that has lead me to destroy my life time and time again and right now I am very unhappy and pissed at myself and I feel wrong and I also have to catch up on all my missing classes, and I also have zero will and energy to make acquittances with my new classmates I just go non verbal until a teacher asks me something, and I also feel very awkward cuz I don't know what to do with my body and my facial gesticulations.

And above all this.... I just want to be the same person I was last year, strong, dependable, racing brain to solve issues in creative ways, to process and integrate knowledge fast, to talk with everyone with a confident voice, pouring my respect and care to everyone and specially for my friends/found fam, to know I was a bit different than the rest but still feel comfortable enough to show it in an empowering light.

I rn, am just trash, a corpse trying to get afloat in my own terrible storm. Trying to accept a diagnosis and wishing that one day I'll be able to forgive myself for fucking up my life, for being born with ADHD condition and I don't know when that'll be, or when I'll be able to live with the condition in a functional way, when I'll learn to thrive...

I just wanted to live a simple life, fall in love with a dependable person who'll love me back without an ounce of doubt and we'll age together, but now I'm not sure if anyone would want the burden I represent, I feel more unlovable that ever...

#sigur rants #omg sigur shut up!#i had to type all these swelling thoughts and rage after my diagnosis

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thefallenangelsgang · 7 months ago

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PTSD nightmares are... a nightmare (ba dum tssss) (I'm coping with comedy)

(gen Trigger Warning, I don't get into my trauma but I bitch about how my brain processes it)

I hate the nonsensical nature of them, I hate that they package my trauma in an abstract form (no no no you don't get to recollect the things that traumatized you, you get to experience the fear and anxiety in new fun ways!), and I hate that they always wake me up at inconvenient times. It's 4 am, my heart is racing, and I'm triggered. I just want to go to bed.

One of the worst parts but also my saving grace (real double edged sword here jfc) is that I almost exclusively lucid dream. Over the years its gotten less pronounced, I used to manually control my dreams a LOT as a kid, but I still can if I need to. Nowadays I'm more likely to let a narrative play out. It is important though that I am choosing not to interact with the dream. I retain some sense of control which makes it fun when the logic breaks and my brain goes "excuse me!" and fixes it in real time but very much NOT FUN when I'm experiencing horrors and I am in control of myself (or whatever character I am playing) (one fun time I was Ryan Reynolds but that's a story about my not normal arachnophobia and the inherent strangeness of a overcast suburban neighborhood)

It seems though my brain has adapted over the years. It sounds ridiculous but the dreams have gotten narratively more- not logical but reasonable. I could read a short story about my dreams and understand the plot and setting even if its a story about a residential development (that kinda looks like my grandmother's neighborhood) surrounded by impossibly high, sheer concrete walls. And we aren't talking like hehe 8ft walls you see in idk a prison. We're talking hundreds of feet tall and wide. I could read that and get real stupid and salivate over themes and shit. Cause yeah, the theme is feeling TRAPPED and that there is no ESCAPE and my brain is using chemical warfare in the literal sense TO HURT ME

Lucid dreaming also makes the nightmares worse because I can dissect that shit in real time. I can go "mmmm this is giving me anxiety and I think I know why (:" while I can feel my heart racing out of my chest.

The one saving grace is that I can force myself awake if need be and usually my brain will automatically do it if shit's getting wild (ie I am in danger of crying in the middle of the night like I'm 6 again) but then I end up sitting in the dark (cause my pupils are dilated to hell from fear(dark flavored) so I can't turn on my lights) at 4 am, triggered and only getting more triggered by sitting in the dark alone with my thoughts.

So let's go to Tumblr and rant about trauma until the images of those fucking Clowns(?) gets out of my brain. (I don't have clown trauma? I've never had clown trauma? I also don't have home invasion trauma but that was more a metaphor for loss of control. Still confused why clowns were involved. Also confused why my brain chose to make the setting SciFi dystopia but here we are)

(also these weren't like neon stupid wig and lots of face paint clowns. These were like mime/street performer esque clowns, far more understated. Normal people doing clown shit (had a great shot of one doing a card trick outside a window that I should kick over to my film friends) with a lil classic clown make up. YOU KNOW THAT ROBIN WILLIAMS PHOTO OF HIM AS A STREET MIME, FUCKING THAT)

(I REALLY JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP)

#Fucking trauma #tw: clowns #tw: mimes #in case those freak you more #tw: ptsd #tw: nightmares #tw: home invasion #tw: lucid dreaming #I know that can trigger people who struggle with unreality stuff #ugggghhhhhh I want to go back to sleep #I also want to make a masterlist of my most horrifying and narratively interesting nightmares #cause there are some real gems in there #but that's enough wrestling with it in the dark #processing that can wait until its bright out

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heysarsii · 2 years ago

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Stop living in your head

Have you ever stayed in your head for too long? To be overthinking and over analyzing things that have happened and are yet to happen? have you ever wasted a good moment by not being present because anxiety creeps in every time? I have. I wish I haven't but I'm trying.

I have always been spontaneous and carefree most of the times whenever I'm with family and friends but whenever I am alone I tend to stay in my head for too long. Don't get me wrong, I am comfortable with being alone I just have tendencies of overanalyzing things. I am aware about that now and can already recognize whenever it happens to me but I'm still having a hard time focusing on staying out and being present. The only time I can stay in my head but actually focus on keeping my thoughts out is whenever I dive. I can clear up my head but be present in the moment at the same time. How does it feel to clear up your head and be present? It's a bit weird because it's quiet and empty but everything around you seem to be so clear like you can absorb all that is presented to you at the time and even hear things loudly including your heartbeat.

Most of the times, I would be consumed by my own thoughts and ruminate about what had happened and what could happen - all the should haves and could haves. I would keep on replaying all the scenarios in my head that I end up missing out and not being present. Whenever this happens I do several things to get me up and running again. Yes, I do things differently depending on the situation because I find it hard to keep myself present and out of my head by just trying one of the techniques. I just feel like sharing these so I can help others as well. Here are the list of things I try to stop me from stressing and overanalyzing:

I close my eyes and try to hear the things around me and slowly open my eyes and notice that the sound of my surroundings did not change which means that that moment is my present and that is my current reality and not the scenario I have in my head.

I tap myself (EFT - Emotional Freedom Tapping) which would send the message to my brain that I am okay, I am safe, and that is currently where I am and I don't have to worry.

I do deep breathing exercises to help slow down my heart and calm my mind. I would find a little quiet corner, sit there and take deep breaths. I usually put my hands over my chest and belly paying attention on how they move as I breathe.

I try to observe my surroundings and look for 5 things I can see, 4 things I can touch, 3 things I can hear, 2 things I can smell, and 1 thing I can taste. Doing this 5-4-3-2-1 technique usually calms me down whenever I get severe anxiety attacks. Doing these help me anchor myself to the present moment instead of letting my thoughts race uncontrollably.

I challenge my thoughts. I question whether what I am thinking is true and try to find evidences about it and actually ask myself if it matters now and in the coming days. Oftentimes, I would ask myself "why" several times since this works for me too.

I write my thoughts down. As much as possible I don't do it digitally. I keep a notebook with me most of the time and write down how I feel and the things that I keep on replaying. At least have it removed from my head and my system.

I stay away from my gadgets and social media.

Lastly, I do things I love and keep myself busy. Whenever I finish my shift I would often take a short walk or drive and reconnect with nature. At least have a little breather and a change of environment. I also started engaging myself in creative things like drawing, painting, or playing the guitar or piano. Freediving and working out really helped a lot for me as well to finally be at peace with myself.

Of course, it is not a switch that you can just turn off whenever you want to. I wish it was that easy. I still experience anxiety and overthinking every now and then. In fact, I panicked the last time I experienced it because it seemed like almost none of these worked for me. I was even out with my friends that time. I was a passenger and we were driving at night and it felt like my thoughts were trying to get to me that I can't even hear what we were talking about in the car. I'm just glad that EFT and deep breathing worked. Also appreciated my friend who noticed that I was spacing out and held my hand during that episode. At least now I can already recognize when I am having episodes and I have something to do to stay focused and grounded. It's been hard but I feel like I'm getting better at handling it now. I think it only got worse after last year but I'm glad I finally asked for help and found things I like doing that I can wrap my head around. It's liberating to finally decide to live in the moment and not think of how others will perceive you.

#Spotify #life lately #bright skies ahead #mental health #overthinking #anxiety #stress #being present

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dr-drckken · 2 years ago

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Day 11: Lo-Fi Beats To Be A Demon To

1. You Want It Darker by Leonard Cohen

this song lives in my mind rent free at any given moment because ah MAN mr. cohen was THAT guy, you know. the lyrics fuck, duh, the vocals are haunting, and compounded with that like choir in the background and the constant tapping that feels like a clock almost, it’s just /clenches fist. Anyway, yah, this song is like, “hey, god, you want it darker? darker than it already is with all the stuff going on with the human race?” Which, since I am interpreting this and warping it to fit the blorbos from my rp group, I think looking at it through the perspective of someone summoning a demon kinda FITS. they’re like, hey demon, what’s up, I’m ready to give this shit show up for a deal, even if that means you’re going to be taking over part of me. I also think it could be a demon’s perspective, too, looking at the human realm and being like, you want it darker? got you covered.

Basically the song is a big ol paradox between what’s good and what’s bad and what we think any of that means. As far as demons and their dealings, I think it fits as it talks about the human condition in a very poetic and haunting way.

(also I just think it’s interesting to point out that Cohen is Jewish, and the three kids who aren’t demons but have demons in their stories are all Jewish, too. Dipper, Boo, and Ken. idk what it means but yeah, I think it’s neat!!)

2. Something to Believe in by Young the Giant

I am once again taking a song about a conversation between some guy and God and making it about demons, because what are they if not antithesis of one another and a great avenue to talk about what it could be if it was the opposite turn. It’s like someone talking about a demon inside their brain after being possessed, or even just a demon hanging out and wanting to possess them and just whispering in their ear about stuff. Because I think the song is just like trying to prove that you’re worth believing in, which I think fits in with the lore of demons, who are trying to make their way above the underworld, maybe they need something to believe in, too.

3. Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

This song is like, falling for something that you knOW is bad. I think that deffo ties in with the demon lore and summoning one and using the deals. Like people have to know that nothing good will come of it these days, or that that good that does come of it will eventually run out. BUT there is also something sorta delightful about dealing with something unknown but also dangerous. I also think this goes for demons, too, it’s like they’re messing around with humans and finna get them deals and are probably like, damn these bitches be kinda crazy!!

4. Who Are You, Really? by Mikky Ekko

A staple. I think this song could fit into someone who is possessed by a demon and everyone is wondering what happened to them, why they’re acting different and the demon is having a great time finally being in a human body. It’s also got a really fun beat and the vocals are shifting as he sings, so I think it adds to that whole affect of wondering why someone is acting different.

5. Hell and You by Amigo the Devil

I know this song is like a fucked up love song but also hear me out: a song about a demon and their host. They’re with them until the end, even in the afterlife in the underworld! Talk about a toxic relationship.

6. They’re Only Human by Annapantsu and Caleb Hyles

LOOOOOKKKK yah I’m putting a song from the Death Note musical up on here but if the shoe fits. It’s a bop ok. This is probably the most ‘pov you’re a demon’ song I’ve got. It’s basically them talking shit about humans, one has a nicer view on them. A sympathetic view on them while the other one is like, man humans are so wimpy and annoying lol. which I think are takes demons could have in our world, either there to take from humans and capatalize on their willingness to make a deal with the devil OR liking humans and being fascinated with the concept of humanity, and wanting to see what it’s like up among them.

7. Bat Out of Hell by Meatloaf

I know this is a song about a guy dying while trying to impress his girl, but how could I NOT put it on this playlist. the rock of it all, the grandeur, the absolute length of this song describing everything at the height of emotions that are paired with being a teenager. let’s be honest though, I think a demon describing their journey of getting out of hell like this song it’s a STRETCH.

8. Hellfire by Barns Courtney

this one eeEHHH I think this could be either 1. a demon ready to go back home to the underworld because the human world is so insane or 2. a human just ready to be possessed or cut a deal. it’s fun, it’s dark, the lyrics are giving creepy and threatening.

9. Straight to Hell by Oxxy Osbourne

what would this playlist be without this song, truly. I know it’s about like drug addiction but hey now, some of the demon lore in this place talks about sins and demons feeding off emotions people extrude, so I think that could parallel up to that. Kind of just a song about a demon being like, “hey i’m here to get my part of the deal, let’s goooo!”

10. Still Smiling by Teho Teardo and Blixa Bargeld

I was wanting to book end with a song that sort of fit more of the vibe of the first one, and this is the one that found me. It’s got the same thing of like the vocals are simple but haunting, just someone spitting poetry. It’s got the rhythmic beat that is steady, like a clock ticking on. And it’s like a song about a bad time, that life kinda sucks, but they’re still smiling through it. I’m going to take it and make it mean that someone, completely possessed by a demon, is still having to smile from inside their own mind where they’ve been put while the demon takes over their life. that or like the demon, who is stuck in the underworld where it’s dark and grim, is still smiling, thinking of a better life up above.

#swynwrimo

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kob131 · 2 years ago

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1. No, OP did. Point to an argument I meant that is based on a person's race.

2. Once again- Individualist dumbass. You trying to use the majority to make me confirm won't work. Most people use to believe black people were genetically inferior to white people- did the majority make that right?

Also- Never said gender was a spectrum. Male and female, whether your brain is wired in those two general ways- that's it. Most everything assigned to gender is really just 'personality traits'.

3. You're the one who tried connecting the brain ( or the mind) with race through DNA. You being a dumbass is not my fault.

4. People also argue that gender is a social construct, which you don't agree with. Almost like you just spew whatever is beneficial for you...

Either way, you trying to argue this 'racial patriarchy' bullshit doesn't work on me- I do not consider race or gender. I've acted the exact same to men and women, as well as any and all racial groups. Fuck, I am visualizing you as a white dude. This shit doesn't matter to me- just racists like you.

5. And yet trans exclusion is actually older than trans inclusion, meaning the latter is 'more progressive'. So uh, chop chop.

... Or you could admit this shit is stupid.

https://naija-scammer.tumblr.com/post/612522722796453888/i-used-a-womens-change-room-today-and-im-happy

OH FUCK YOU. YOU RACIST PEICE OF SHIT.

You fucking white cracker idiot asshats always need to bring up black people bc you know your idiot arguments do not stand a fucking chance.

A. Ironic considering you just used racial slurs to insult me/

And B. You could literally replace ‘black people’ with any group that has been discriminated against and my point would be the same: it’s just the group that most people would agree with except Jewish people but I don’t wanna invoke Godwin’s Law.

Black people…BLACK WOMEN ARE NOT MEN. YOU RACIST PEICE OF SHIT.

WE FOUGHT TO BE SEEN AS HUMAN BEINGS. NOT FOR PEOPLE TO USE DIFFERENT FUCKING PRONOUNS

No but you’re both groups who have been discriminated against. And this isn’t about pronouns, this about you being violent and bigoted.

IF YOU HAVE A PENIS AND TESTICLES YOU ARE NOT A WOMAN.

And trans women will have those removed so your point fails as always.

Woman is a COHERENT SEX CLASS. IT IS THE SAME ACROSS ALL RACE AND ALL CULTURE. .

So is bigotry, what’s your point?

And your are so fucking gross. 1 in 4 women who are black are sexually assaulted before 16.

Sure, and white people are killed en mass by black people right? I should just buy propaganda upfront right.

1 in 6 women will be sexually assaulted in their life.

Considering people push for the definition of sexual assault to basically mean ‘do as I say or else’: I don’t buy that.

CUT THE SHIT. Acting as if rape is such a rare occurance. I lived that shit. I am a CSA survivor. You dipshit.

And my best friend is the same. And yet he’s better than you.

If transwomen were women we would NOT CALL THEM TRANS.

No, we wouldn’t call them ‘women’.

We would just call them women. Your gross shithead. Oloriburuku.

what’s next. gonna call me a dodohead?

I am so fucking sick of you crackers using black people struggle and plight to excuse your bullshit. ITS NOT FUCKING WAY COMPARABLE.

A. There you go using racial slurs again.

And B. How isn’t it? Other than ‘it affects me’?

And funny how you throw in I should go to prison to get raped.. Why dont you give your idiot advice to transwomen…

A. I didn’t say that. That was just me pointing out how stupid your paranoia about rape is when you openly admit to doing something that would put at a greater chance of being raped than anything else. It’d be like a racist saying he’s afraid of black people killing him so he’s gonna dash into a minefield.

And B. That’s because not all transwomen are the same.

Cool.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqVOmKagtcM

So since we’re thinking all people of the same group are the same, should I assume you wanna commit baby genocide?

No, I didn’t think so.

But you won’t huh?

Considering that you’d be more fucked than trans women if I did-

You should be grateful.

God you oyinbo idiots are so fucking disgusting and insufferable.

*God you africaner idiots are so fucking disgusting and insufferable.

KEEP BLACK PEOPLES NAMES OUT YOUR MOUTH.

*KEEP WHITE PEOPLES NAMES OUT YOUR MOUTH.

See you just proved my point. This shit of ‘look at these select people from this group, they’re all bad now and we should treat them lesser!’ is exactly the same thought process used against black people to justify racism. Not to mention Jewish people and Nazism…

And you showcase your bigotry even further because all I had to do was literally swap the races in your shit and suddenly you sound like a klansman. Which means you also sounded like one.

You didn’t prove jackshit. All you did was give Richard Spencer some jackoff material. You’re a bigot. Your justifications and actions are the fucking same and I know if some white person tried saying ‘a black person abused me as a child, we should treat them as lesser’ or ‘a woman abused me as a child, we should treat them as lesser’, let alone the two combined, you wouldn’t buy it.

Face facts: you’re a bigot. You’re wrong. Deal with it.

#long post

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madameminor · 3 years ago

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In More Ways Than One, Part 2 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Tech

Summary: After an all but sleepless night thinking about Hunter's proposal, you wake up to an empty ship. Well, almost empty, Tech is there doing repairs. And he has his own thoughts on this 'proposal'.

Part 3 is up

Tags: Yeah, this is smut. NSFW, and 18+, my friends.

Warnings: fingering, oral (both f! and m! receiving), unprotected PiV, nicknames, (I dunno what else do people get triggered by?) mentions of polyamory.

Notes: First, yes I know that array is more of a trek thing, be nice to me. This one would not let me go until I'd written it. Echo will be next. Also, tried to tag all the people who seemed to follow

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10 Part 10.5

Word count: 4k

Tech pauses his repairs to check the chronometer for the 7th time today – it's 12:14, and you were still not out of bed. He doesn’t remember you having THAT much to drink, but he… wasn’t entirely aware of all his faculties last night. He resumes his work, trying to focus while the undercurrent of unanswered questions races through his subconscious.

Hunter had not brought up ‘the subject’ again the previous night or this morning, and Tech had not asked. That did not mean he was not curious. Had Hunter’s proposal been shot down? Was it even brought up to you? Were they all too drunk to remember? Was he the only one still wondering if this was viable? He was used to tightening his grip on his feelings surrounding you, but Hunter had introduced something that hadn’t been there before- hope. And worse, he had added a layer of intrigue and excitement that Tech didn’t think was possible. The idea of having you strapped down like a little experiment while all his brothers helped test your limits- the thought sent a surge to his groin that momentarily stopped all thought. He took a deep breath and placed his forehead onto the rack, willing himself back to calm. This was not acceptable if your answer was no. He HAD to get control of himself.

He hears a loud stretching yawn from within the bunks at the back of the ship. He quickly refocuses on the array before him, busying his brain with wire configurations and ship schematics. ANYTHING but that image again. He hears a shuffling of sheets, the privacy curtain being drawn back, and your distinct steps on the metal floor. You enter the cockpit dressed in your blacks, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms. He keeps his eyes firmly on his work.

“Good morning.”

He glances at the chronometer – 12:23. “I believe you mean afternoon, though since I did not set that time, I will allow it could be a few minutes off.” He says, keeping his pace. “I am assuming you slept well?”

“Eventually,” he sees you nod from the corner of his eye, your voice quiet, “I had a lot on my mind, so getting to sleep took awhile.”

“That is unfortunate. I thought the point of last night’s escapade was to relieve you of such stress.” His mind was starting to settle into the conversation- it was ordinary enough, he felt himself relax.

You chuckle lightly, and he finds himself smiling- it was a personal victory of his when he made you laugh. He could do this, everything would go back to normal, he was back in control.

“Where are… where are the others?” You ask, a yawn interrupting the question.

“A supply run. Food and medical basics are running low, and Echo has been sent to retrieve specific parts for some of my repairs.”

“Did they say when they’ll be back?”

“They did not, though I suspect it will be late this afternoon.” This wire here, that one connected there- almost done, just keep this up… he was back in the rhythm now.

“…Tech?”

“Mmm?”

“Hunter told me you and the boys discussed sharing me last night.”

Tech’s hands freeze for a moment, just a moment, before continuing with their task. Kark, kriff, slag, nerfherder. “…the topic was brought up.”

“...What were your thoughts on it?”

“Well, no one seemed to have any objections-“

“No, Tech,” you interrupt firmly, standing up and moving to the opposite side of the array, looking at him through the wiring. “What were YOUR thoughts on it?”

He glances at you, unsure of what answer you’re hoping for, before looking back to his work. “I was in favor,” he says quietly.

He did not expect the heavy sigh of relief as you lean forward, placing your forehead on one of the racks in the array. Hunter had been right? You wanted this?

“How? How can you be ok with that, Tech?” He sees your hands tighten on the metal frame. “Is it because it would just be sex to you?”

He's almost offended- but then remembers that what is obvious to him is not always obvious to others. “No,” he says forcefully, causing you to look up at him. “I do not believe that was an option, for any of us.”

You stay silent, staring at him as his hands near the end of their task. He glances at you before realizing you’re still waiting for the answer to a question. He struggles to think coherently against the surge of arousal as he gives himself over to his truth.

“The idea is…quite exciting. And a bit of a relief, really,” he admits, snapping the final bundle of wires into place. “I know I can be…distracted at times. I feared initiating any sort of relationship with you before in case it would ultimately lead to resentment.“ He taps the metal frame so that you stand, letting him slide the panel back into the ship’s system. He can acutely feel the absence of the array between you as he turns to meet your astonished eyes. “You are far too exceptional to ever be underappreciated. This amount of attention feels… correct.”

Your steps slowly close the gap between you two. He can hardly breathe, feeling himself strain against his codpiece. You do want this. You want him.

“You’ve thought about this before? Of me, as a lover?”

“Yes.” Oh, had he. “Extensively.”

You gently place one hand on his breast plate, gently leaning into his body, eyes searching his. “Tell me.”

It only feels natural to let one hand circle your waist, holding you close. “All of it?” He breathes.

You glance down to his lips, than back up to his eyes. “Yes.”

He hesitates for a moment, just a moment, before carefully lifting his other hand to cup your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You lean into it, and the desire he’s held back for so long breaks out of its constraints, racing through his veins and into every nerve in his body. “Very well.” His voice is quiet, matter-of-fact, sincere.

“Every day from the moment I met you I’ve wanted you. I’ve thought of you under me and on top of me, moaning and pleading and begging, needing me, screaming for me, teasing me. Looking down at me between your thighs, you looking up at me between mine. Against the pilot’s station, against the midship computer, on the floor, in the refresher, in armor, out of armor, in 79s, out on missions- And now, thanks to Hunter, I’m thinking of you tied to my research table, allowing me and each of my brothers to see just how many times we can make you come.”

The look in your eyes settles something in him, assures him. You’ve drunk in every word he’s said, and the smile that crosses your face is satisfied, excited, coy. You lean in close to him, so close he can feel you whisper faintly against his lips, sending any lingering reservations of his out of the airlock.

“Thank you, Tech. Now, show me.”

Maker, yes.

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His mouth is on yours before you can blink, his kiss feverish in his need for you. It feels like you both let go of breath you didn’t know you were holding, arms finding their way around each other. He gently pushes you up against the ship’s bulkhead as your lips tango, the slow steady heat of your unleashed desires feeding each other and continuing to build.

His tongue brushes your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you grant it, feeling the thrill as he enters you. Maker, this tongue promised wonders. One hand snakes behind his head and into his hair, the other tracing down to his hips, desperately searching for the codpiece on his armor.

Tech pulls back slightly, panting from your passion. You can tell he’s holding on to his composure with one hand, but his grip is slipping.

“Perhaps we should… get more comfortable.”

You grin against his neck as you drop kisses down his throat. “I thought one of your fantasies was here in the cockpit.”

“Yes, but that one can wait- there are others I wish to indulge in first, and I will have much better access if you are lying down.”

You feel the intended shot through your core, hands tightening slightly around the edges of his armor.

“Alright. Your bunk or mine?”

“Mine.”

You push against him slightly to stand, teasing his lips with yours before beginning to make your way back to your bunks. You remove your shirt as you walk, knowing that he can see your bare back as you stop in the doorway to look back at him.

“Are you coming?”

“You are making it very difficult not to.”

You smile mischievously at him before continuing through the ship. You hear the sounds of plastoid armor hitting the floor one at a time as he follows you, leaving a trail in his wake.

By the time he reaches where you’re waiting naked in his bunk, he’s down to his blacks. His top is the next to go, and you take a moment to take him in. Mother, he is BEAUTIFUL. As beautiful as you’d imagined him to be. Taking his torso between your hands, you slowly kiss along his stomach, reveling in every crease, every ridge, every muscle that is him. This is Tech, YOUR Tech. YOUR pilot, YOUR genius. You look up at him as your kisses start to trail down to his waistband, some becoming soft bites and small licks. He watches you with breathless anticipation, gripping (Hunter’s) bunk above his as you kiss over the bulge pushing against his blacks. You hear his breathe quicken as you slowly pull him out, his cock rigid at your touch.

“May I?” You tease, tongue tracing over his frenulum and up his dome, precum decorating your taste buds.

His breathy gasp is everything you hoped it would be. “Yes. Please, mesh’la.”

You grip the base of his shaft and take all of him in one motion, relaxing your throat to fit him. He MOANS, hips bucking up into the heat of your mouth while he struggles not to come. Your tongue circles around him as you take your time sliding back up, eyes locked on his, his arousal fueling yours fueling his. You begin to bob your head on his cock, slowly at first, speeding up with each new stroke.

He watches you work as long as he can before he has to shut his eyes, focusing on where your lips envelop him, gripping the upper bunk to keep his hands out of the way. He knows he’ll dream about this, knows you’re ruining him forever, and he just doesn’t care. He can’t hold the desire back any longer, not after last night and all that was promised. One hand entangles in your hair as he starts thrusting into you, fucking your mouth for all he’s worth, feeling the back of your throat slide over him, sending him to the edge.

You feel him growing bigger, and you know he's almost there, grabbing his hips so he can’t escape from it.

“My Queen, wait, I’m going to-“ He can’t pull out before he’s coming down your throat with a strangled cry, hips pushing as far as he can into the concentrated heat.

You let him ride out his high, working your tongue from his tip to his shaft, before slowly pulling your lips up along his length and releasing him with an audible pop. He looks down at you, still panting from his release, eyes slightly glazed over from his come down.

You smile up at him as you press kisses over his hips and thighs before pulling him down on top of you. His body is warm against your bare breasts, and his kisses warmer with moans still lingering in them.

“That…was perfect.” He says, kissing your neck as he continues to recover, hands tracing the curve of your body.

“You’re welcome.” You smile against him, accepting the attention with a slight arc to your spine, purring against his touch. “’My Queen’?

“It felt natural in the moment, it does not have to be repeated.”

“No, I like it. But only when it feels natural.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Your laugh turns into a gasp as his hands start to trace you more firmly, framing the outline of your breasts, your hips, tracing along your thighs.

“Now, for the desire I had in mind…”

His wandering fingertips make it hard for you to retort. “That wasn’t the one you wanted?”

“I said the one I had in mind, not the one I wanted.”

“Hm... alright, which one did you 'have in mind'?”

“I want to know how you taste."

Your breath catches in your throat as his hand traces down to your vulva, fingers carefully tracing along the outer lips.

"May I?"

You look into his eyes and nod, basking in your mutual excitement. "Since you asked so nicely."

You feel him trace your vulva slowly, experimentally, investigating one touch at a time, watching your face as he gently pushes through to each layer of your lower lips. You try not to make it too easy for him, but he’s going so gently, and so lovingly, so reverently, it’s like he’s falling in love with your pussy by touch alone. He lets one finger trace over your opening, ending with a small brush over your clit, and good GOD the jolt through you is exquisite. Your gasp betrays you, and a small gleam of satisfaction lights his face.

He dips one finger inside you, gently pushing in one pulse at a time. Soon he’s up to his knuckle, moaning at just. How. TIGHT you feel. He slowly starts to work his finger in and out of you, keeping time for his thumb as it strokes your clit. Your walls squeeze around him, trying to take in every sensation- wholly unprepared for when he adds a second finger, scissoring you open. You can’t help the groan pulled from your throat, hands clenching his shoulders as you feel his eyes taking in your pleasure. How can he be doing this to you with only two fingers? It feels like he's lighting you up from the inside, fingers revolving and stretching you just to the edge of pleasure. It's so much, it's so good, it's what you've wanted for so long, every daydream of him could never prepare you for this. You feel yourself tighten around his fingers, trying not to scream. So close, you're so close-

“Come for me, mesh’la.”

The shudder at his words take you over the edge, a cry ripping it’s way through your vocal chords as his fingers work you through your orgasm. “Tech, Tech, TECH!!!” You’re coming apart as you clench around his slowing fingers.

And just like that, he’s kissing between your thighs, tasting you post-orgasm, tracing every line he just memorized with his fingers. Maker, you were RIGHT about that tongue. The man is RAVENOUS for you, like he’s spent his whole life on a desert planet and just found an oasis. His tongue flicks gently over your clit, still sensitive as you’re coming down- but it seems he's not done with you. He continues pumping you with both fingers, his tongue only adding to the intensity of pleasure. His fingers find your special spot while his mouth goes wild on your clit. You struggle through a wail before meeting his eyes, trying to pull away from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Maker, Tech that’s too much, there’s no way I can come twice like this. It's too good!"

“Nonsense, my Queen, I know you can. My brothers and I will make sure of that.”

The thought of them all watching you, teasing you, pleasing you, taking you sends a massive jolt through your core, and you careen into your second orgasm with a scream, riding his face as it hits you in waves. Once he feels your walls convulse, Tech slows his fingers, bringing you down as gently as he can while caring for your tender, sensitive clit. Only then does he remove his fingers, making you whimper with the sudden loss of contact before kissing up from your thighs to your stomach.

“That,” you pout breathlessly, “was NOT fair.”

“What wasn’t fair?” he asks, continuing to kiss up past your belly button.

“Using that image of you all to make me come like that.”

He looks up to you while kissing his way past your breasts. “I wasn’t aware there were rules.

You can’t help but give way to a light laugh. “You would probably just break them anyway.”

“That’s probably true.”

His lips find yours, and the taste of you on him is enough to leave you drunk.

“I grossly underestimated how gorgeous you would look like this,” he says quietly.

“Well, now you know, don’t do it again,” you smile, gently biting his lower lip as you kiss him. The heat begins to build again, maker you want him even more than you did before. You feel his hard cock against your thigh, quietly begging for attention. You reach down, positioning him so that he’s rutting against your slit, barely missing your entrance each time. You moan into his mouth as he slides past it again.

“Are you ok with this?” You open your eyes to meet his, earnestly asking permission. Your heart glows for him that much more.

“Yes, Tech. I want this. I want you.”

He can’t help but kiss you for those words. “As you wish.”

He pushes into you slowly, savoring your panting moans, growing harder at the vision of you beneath him, head back, eyes shut, arms over his shoulders.

"Oh yes," you sigh as he hits the deepest part inside you, making your hips arch up towards him.

“Karking hell,” he pants, lips finding yours again. “You are so tight.”

“Maker, Tech, you feel so good inside me.” You’re barely hanging onto your faculties, your sensitivity from the first two orgasms driving you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Do you want to feel even better?”

You moan as he bites your neck. MAKER he must have read about this somewhere, or you had to personally thank the woman who trained him.

“Yes!”

“Then, my Queen, I think you will need to beg me for it.”

A shiver runs through your body at the dark edge to his matter-of-fact voice, making you clench around his cock. He lets out a strangled cry before looking back down at you again.

“Go on.”

You’re too far gone to fight it. “Please, Tech, please. Fill me up, Tech, I’ll be so good for you if you just fuck me, please.”

He's already moving before you finish. "Fuck, mesh'la, anything for you...”

His slow pace drives you crazy with need, your body writhing under his as he builds up speed, his breathe coming faster as he hits you deeper with each thrust. His hand find its way into your hair as he presses his forehead to yours, giving into the uncontrolled desire that drives him to finally take you as hard as he wants, losing all control. He's lost in your scent, in the squeeze of your walls, of the sounds from your throat. He’s blissfully surrounded by you in more ways than one.

You can barely hold onto yourself as he fucks into you, feeling your eyes fall into the back of your head, your body melting in the heat of his skin and the edge of his teeth. At this angle your swollen clit meets his hips with every thrust, stimulating you at delicious intervals that drive you even higher.

You’re so wrapped up in the pleasure that you don’t realize how close you are to your orgasm until it’s almost hit you.

“Oh my God, TECH, please don’t stop I’m going to come so hard with you so deep inside me.”

“Yes mesh’la, come for me, just like that, oh Maker you feel so good. I can’t hold on anymore.”

“Please come with me, Tech. I want to feel you fill me up while I come all over your cock. Please.”

His cry is strangled as he flies over the edge, emptying himself into you with each jerking thrust, your walls milking him dry. As his thrusts slow, he kisses up your throat until he meets your lips, before allowing you to pull him down to rest on top of you.

You feel your bones slowly liquify as you both come down from your high together, panting comfortably in the silence as you ground each other with your entwined limbs. Eventually he pulls out of you, moving to your side, his hand staying on your lower stomach. You pull his head onto your chest and kiss his forehead, basking in the afterglow of sex, fed by the satisfaction of safety.

“MY Tech,” you whisper softly as you run fingers through his hair, saying it more for yourself than for him. But you feel his small smile against your skin.

“Yes,” he says, “I suppose I would agree with that.”

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It’s more than a few minutes before you two are able to talk again, and you’re almost tentative to disturb the moment.

“Is this a terrible idea, Tech?”

He looks up at you. “Is what a terrible idea?”

“This…arrangement, our squad all…doing this. Are we just asking for trouble?”

Tech moves up slightly to lay on the pillow beside you as you turn over to face him. He’s thinking, which you appreciate- he is taking your question seriously.

“I have no data to compare this to,” he muses, “so I’m afraid I cannot give you a credible answer. However,” he looks back at you, sincere and honest, “I do know that when there is no available data, you must create it. And I, at least, am willing to experiment if you are.”

You smile at him, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, marveling at the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips. “Maker, you are so stupidly cute when you talk like that.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows. “What am I normally?”

You laugh lightly, earning a smile. “Only incredibly cute.”

“I suppose that is acceptable.”

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The rest of the Batch return late in the afternoon to find Tech picking up pieces of his armor off the floor of the cockpit and putting them on. His hair is damp from the fresher, his cheeks still red from the hot water. Hunter takes one sniff of the air as he steps in behind Crosshair and smirks to himself.

“So, Tech, were you able to finish the repairs?”

Tech doesn’t look up. “No, Hunter, I was not.”

“Didn’t think so.” Hunter chuckles under his breath, sitting in one of the chairs to watch what’s next. Crosshair glances at him, then at Tech’s trail of armor, then at Tech. He smirks.

Echo is next up the ramp, looking around. “Where’s the Queen?”

Matter-of-fact. “Sleeping.”

Echo looks confused as Wrecker enters behind him, heading to the back of the ship to drop off their findings. “Has she been asleep this whole time?”

“No.”

“But you tired her out again,” Crosshair says, a statement, not a question.

Tech glances at him, putting on the final piece of his armor. “Yes.”

Wrecker comes back up to join them. “Hey, she’s not in her bunk.”

“No.”

Echo crosses his arms, slightly exasperated. “So where is she?”

“In my bunk. Did you bring the part?”

Echo holds it up to hand to him. “Yes-…wait, what is she doing in YOUR-“ Echo stops short, looking at Hunter’s grin, Crosshair’s smirk, then back to Tech as he takes the part. “…No.”

“Yes.” Tech heads towards the door to go begin the repairs.

“That’s impossible.”

Tech stops and looks back to his brothers, adjusting his goggles. “Apparently not.” He turns and walks outside, heading down the ramp.

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a-gal-with-taste · 3 years ago

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Underappreciated Screenshots | Part 5

Seriously going to just scream about how so many shots in this show are museum-worthy, it's insane.

Oh, and Silco.

Gonna be about screaming about the show-visuals and Silco, as normal

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The coin-glint, I can't-

Also, I am going to make a whole-post about Silco during episode 3 and his expression/mindset during this episode, but look at his face.

It's screaming 'I just killed one of my ex-friends in a brutal fashion and I'm also kidnapping the man I considered my Brother, whose probably also going to die brutally later today, and I have zero regrets about either, but still...'

And also 'literally, stfu Marcus,' at the same time.

Man's over-emoting can multi-task, gotta give him a 10/10 for it.

Speaking of 'stfu Marcus' shots-

But for real, the WALK in this scene screams power, screams elegance and rightfully so. Since this is HIS turf and he's gonna strunt around like the man of the house that he is.

Urgh. Move out of the way, Marcus, I want to see him just walking around >:(

🚨Child-Alert🚨

Throwing these together because... look.

Look at it

The use of storm/lightning in this show is so rarely used, but they did not miss a single mark with using it here, to illuminate his fight for survival, his last frantic move to cling to life while actively dying in this scene. It's like every flash is another beat of his slowing-brain, flickering still with life to grab that knife and fight.

Just... going to stare it for a bit longer.

Also, hands.

Definitely one of his more personal monologues, and also one of the best usages of depth/foreground vs background. How they literally have the water rolling off his fingertips, with him transfixed in the waters that almost killed him... AND you get a storm? Just- 👌

...

Also, hands-

LITERALLY a single-frame, but... c'mon.

The blue clouds, reaching and racing and a SECOND away from obliteration?

His widening-eyes exactly a frame later is probably my favorite close-up shot in the entire show, but this one is just so chaotic and perfect, and the blue-clouds is just, again... 👌

Something about his introduction to the kids, as ominous, and villainous as it is, kinda cracks me up. Because if you listen to it, his claps are just off-beat. Idk why that makes me laugh, but they're just a second too-long in between and it makes me giggle because, he's such a drama-queen.

"You... 👏 fell... 👏 for... 👏 my trap... 👏"

I could listen to Silco say 'candidly' all day and never get bored but that aside, I love two things about this shot:

1: Even here, even in the scene where he's basically poised as Vi's final-boss fight villain, they show the tooth-gap. It's adorably human, in a scene that's all dark and menacing, cloaked in shadow and glowing in the Shimmer that he uses to destroy, but they still show one of his most human flaws in this scene, and it's a nice touch.

2: it's the fact that he ACTUALLY looks confused by his past-self. For thinking Vi was the golden-child of Vander's family unit, for ever believing that Violet was the real prize. Like, 'wait, did I actually believe that? There was a time that I legitimately thought this girl, a Vander 2.0, could outmatch my daughter? How foolish of me.'

Just, again, the animators pulled NO punches and spared ZERO expenses, and I love them for it 👌

#silco's meerkat-freezing when seeing Jinx for the first time makes me cackle #it's such a tense and gripping and heartwrenching scene and then Silco walks around the corner like f r e e z e #love it #love all of it #in case y'all can't tell #silco #arcane #arcane silco #lol arcane #arcane jinx #arcane powder #arcane vi #arcane marcus #arcane vander #arcane sevika #arcane screenshots #screenshot #analysis #gif

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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

MASTERLIST

Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults.

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so perky this morning?”

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead.

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness.

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts.

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag.

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams.

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer.

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words.

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists.

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares.

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer.

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”.

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?”

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches.

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic.

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help.

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I would l-love that.”

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away.

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey!

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp.

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes.

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.”

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off.

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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